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When we're at home, you have to be gay, alright?

I'm sorry?

Well, Conrad. He was a bit jealous about sharing with straight Richard.

He can live with gay Richard, so work - straight, home - gay.

I took Jimmy Butcher up to the office after the party.

We were both really drunk.

You showed him the file?

He says he got an anonymous text about it,

but he might just be protecting me.

So you must have been seriously drunk

to think that you'd pinch a police file and show it to a journalist.

I'm a lawyer. Getting smashed was practically part of my degree.

So you don't remember much?

You and me, sneaking up to your office?

Dancing naked on your desk to Beyonce?

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Got the cash? Here.

(Laughs) What are you doin'?

Hey, I'm not gonna fuckin' babysit ya!

He can't go home. His girlfriend'll give him shit.

No, I'm serious, mate. No fuckin' way, alright?

Take your shit and go home. What the fuck did you do that for?

Fuck off!

Uno family pizza margherita, bambino!

Oh, I was just about to die from starvation.

Jimmy Butcher called me while I was waiting.

Ohh! God, I think he wants to date.

No. He wants to pump you for information.

And... and date you, I'm sure.

Dark. But a least it means I can avoid dealing with all that.

Oh, my God.

This is just the deposition.

Suddenly my mountain of files doesn't look so bad.

I know, it's enormous.

The undercover guy was on this case for three years.

You know how long Tracey's given me to make sense of it,

and draft up a presentment? Two days.

Yeah, but Tracey's a fucking cow.

Mm-hm.

Which one's the cop?

The one getting smashed.

(Grunting, screaming)

That'd really make you want to go to work every day.

What the...!

What the f- !

Oh! Oh, my stars.

Whoa!

That's a High Court Judgement.

What're you doing with the, ah...

Nope. No, no, no.

So how long's he staying this time?

It's only the sofa.

We just got him off the sofa. Be nice.

Richard's having a really bad time and we're his only friends.

Con, I'm so sorry about last night.

I had no idea that you'd be-

Naked?

Oh, I just... I wasn't expecting...

Because a man can walk around naked in his own home, Richard.

I'm not saying you don't have the right.

Actually, it's my home.

Because I walk around here naked all the time.

As you should. I mean, naked, hell, you're incredible.

Mate, I ah, know about this whole gay situation.

But we're going to start having problems if you start looking at me.

Looking at you?

I don't know how you feel about this, babe,

but his eyes were like stuck to it. What?

Come on, Conrad. I had no choice.

It was just... there.

And now he's saying I look incredible.

I meant incredible, not... 'incredible'!

If we're going to be living together,

I think it's best that we're all clear.

I mean, it was bad enough

when I thought you were eyeing off Tatum. Tatum?

But if it's me you want to crack onto, Richard.

Conrad! His house collapsed. It collapsed.

He can't live in it. That's why Richard's here.

Just seems a bit convenient.

Convenient? No, actually, not at all.

I'm back to having no place to live, I've got hardly any clothes.

They're all burning in some asbestos incinerator somewhere.

I've got no money left in the bank

'cause I blew it all on flat-packed furniture

that I got to use for a total of 2 hours and 26 minutes

before it was infected by particles of poisonous fibre,

and today the only thing that I've got to look forward to

besides reliving the image of your big - 'hello, good morning'

right there in front of my face - is a trip to the doctor

about the warning signs of mesothelioma.

Not convenient, Conrad. No!

You like the look of that?

The jogging, I mean.

Well, I'm not exactly in the correct attire.

I can see you in shorts.

So you jog now? Every morning.

(Laughs) Since when?

I sit on my arse for the rest of the day.

Oh, it's certainly not suffering.

I saw you've got Judge Rapson.

Yeah, today. Some guy had a problem with some hedges in Annandale

and took to them with a blowtorch.

Best of luck with that.

Well, we do have three witnesses, and a medical report of the burns.

So I think we'll be fine. Not with the case, with the judge.

What, Rapson?

Yeah, a friend had a mention yesterday.

He said he ran all his decisions past a duck.

A duck?

This is way more exciting.

Than a fraud case? You're not competing with much.

'Being asked to be chief bridesmaid should be considered an honour.

You are the person the bride will rely on

for support to calm her down when she gets stressed.'

That'll probably be the other way round, but anyway.

'As well as the one who should keep the strippers at bay

at her hen's party.'

You're having strippers? How should I know?

Ah, it's your party. You're the one organising it.

Objection! Overruled.

Somewhere classy but not cold, girly but not 'girly'.

Somewhere we can dress up but not get picked up.

I don't think I should be organising this.

Not a bar, not a club. I don't want the same thing as everyone else.

Oh, and Grandma's got to like it. She's paying.

Hey, have you had Rapson lately?

What about you, Lina? Rapson?

No, why? If I was free Friday night, Jimmy,

do you think I would tell you? Urgh, tell him to piss off.

Have you heard anything about him being...

..loopy?

What, loopy as in Tony loopy, or loopy as in Tracey loop-

Your... nine o'clock is waiting.

Morning.

What's in that thing? Steroids?

Bite me.

You can bite me too, rich boy.

Thanks for coming in.

Three years. Sounds like a long time to be undercover.

Oh, not really. I know guys who've done four years, more.

Initially I only signed up for six months.

Oh, stressful line of work.

Yeah, well, yours looks worse.

Yeah, it's just a lot to get my head around.

So many charges against so many people.

Yeah, well another year out there I'd have got twice that.

Well, this is enough.

Ah, I was just a bit confused as to who's who.

Three of the dealers you distributed to

have the surname Nguyen,

and the family you distributed for.

Yeah, well what you've gotta understand

is that 40% of the Vietnamese population are called Nguyen.

Right. But I never called them that.

See this bloke? This is Nugget.

Now, he calls himself that 'cause he reckons it's more Aussie.

And this bloke -

this is Wanda.

And this, this is Schapelle. Schapelle?

Yeah, well, get this. He's sitting at a bus stop, right,

and a labrador takes a liking to him, so he starts patting it, right?

And two seconds later, a pair of coppers walks up to him

and he gets done for a bag of pot he's stashed in his sock.

So we all gave him the Schapelle Corby Award for Excellence.

Ah, so by the time you called in the case,

you were making weekly distributions of heroin

to these six dealers, on behalf of the Nguyen family -

Ah, well, I ran the Fairfield patch.

Would the amounts you distributed vary or... (Clears throat)

..ah, or was it routinely one-ounce weights?

Look, can we do this, ah, another time?

What? Like, ah, tomorrow? Something like that?

Um... sure. Yeah.

Alright, I'll... I'll see you then. OK.

Are you actually reading this High Court judgement?

Ah, we do need to know this stuff.

Super conch.

Any good ideas for my hen's?

How about bowling?

Great! Bowling.

As in, old people with dementia, in white outfits,

rolling balls on the grass. When I said Grandma had to like it-

No, no. Not lawn bowls. Ten-pin bowling.

You hire out a lane, they provide the food, the music.

No.

Hey, I had a bowling party once and people got really into it.

How old were you turning? Six?

You did say unconventional.

Communal shoes, Richard.

I'm thinking that I should put one of these chairs on my wedding registry.

What do you think? Hh-hmm.

Sor-ry!

Hey, don't you want to know why there were condoms in the kitchen?

Not really.

You've never had sex anywhere except bed, have you?

What's wrong with sex in bed? It's comfortable.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who's talking about sex without me?

Richard likes sex in a bed. Old school.

He's big on comfort.

I'm impressed you're getting any action at all, big guy.

I'll admit, I have worried.

That's yours. Oh, is this for me?

I've got a sentencing and a mention scheduled for the same time.

Mm, which one are you palming off?

Well, I've got a soft spot for the Annandale arsonist,

plus I want to meet Judge Rapson.

And his duck.

His duck? Yep.

He's got a- He's got a duck?

What sort of duck?

I don't know. A duck's a duck.

No, it could be an Australian wood duck,

a Pacific black, Aylesbury, Muscovy,

though that's technically part of the goose family.

You two are losers.

Me? Not entirely accurate.

Do you have a copy of the defence psych reports?

Um...

Ben, this is in court tomorrow!

Look, you're a sprinter. No!

Look, it's a no-brainer, OK?

And you get your own psych. David's hooked it up already.

Some professor someone with a cardigan and bad shoes.

Yeah, except what you're not saying

is there's a shitload of work to be done and you don't want to do it.

Me and cardigans are just, you know...

I've got too much work to do already.

OK, it's already been done. Janet's done it, OK?

The guy's already been convicted for murder.

All you need to do is make sure he gets 25 years.

And you get your own psych!

Um, why 25?

The cops want to be able to knock off five years

if he gives them information

on all the other murders they think he's committed.

Who... who is this guy?

Morris Banks.

Morris Banks?

Underworld psychopath, Morris Banks?

25 years, big guy.

Banks will only talk if he knows he's in for a farking long time.

So glad you dropped by. Thanks.

I need four weeks off in February.

Four weeks?

I have nothing scheduled, no ongoing matters.

Janet, February's when the legal year opens.

It's going to be flat out.

I've organised it so I won't be needed in court until March.

Can't you take time off in January when it's quiet?

I haven't got much control over the timing, I'm afraid.

What, more cycling in Thailand? Cambodia, and no.

Well, where are you going this time?

Royal Women's. I'm having a caesar.

Well, that's...

..unexpected.

How far are you?

12 weeks.

13 on Friday.

Janet, you can't be pregnant! I am.

What about your work? What about here?

I'm not disappearing. It's four weeks.

Janet, a caesar is major abdominal surgery.

You'll be gone for six weeks minimum,

even if you've planned everything to a tee,

which I'm sure you have- I have.

Well, we'd better hope everything goes to plan, then.

I don't have a fatal disease, David.

I'm having a baby.

(Sighs) Four weeks?

Four weeks.

Janet...

..congratulations.

Thanks.

I did talk to the police.

They said 'rape' was a strong word.

Ah-ha. I mean, what else would you call it,

when you only had sex with somebody because they were pretending

to be someone else? He said he was Phil.

Were you drugged?

No. How did you not know who he was?

It was a blind date.

It'd been... a long drought.

This guy shows up at the door, he says he's Phil.

I'm confused. Did you consent to the sex?

Well, yes I did, but not with him.

See, this is my whole point.

I thought that he was somebody else.

Phil.

Yes, yes, Phil the dentist.

You know, six foot, hot, divorced a year ago.

But, the man you had sex with instead, you said he was short?

Definitely not hot.

I'm sorry, then why did you have sex with him?

Because he said he was Phil.

If the court pleases, I appear on behalf of the DPP

in the matter of Cyrus.

What's this one about?

Ah, Mr Cyrus has been charged with criminal damage.

What are the allegations?

That on Sunday, April 3rd,

Mr Cyrus used a heavy-duty butane blowtorch

to set fire to the 50-year-old camellia hedge

bordering the children's play area

on Short St, Annandale.

Mr Cyrus, I presume.

Ah, yes sir.

You've decided to represent yourself in this matter?

Ah, yes sir, I have.

Well, are you going to enter a plea today?

Ah, look, before we get to that -

um, I mean - not guilty, obviously -

but I was just wondering, could I have one more day to prepare?

Your Honour, I fail to see how an extra day will make any difference

in preparation. (People chuckling)

What you're seeking, Mr Cyrus, is an adjournment.

Adjournment. That's the one sir, yes.

Your Honour, we have three witnesses ready to go.

(Sighs)

What do you say, Mr Duck?

Shall we agree to a day's adjournment?

(Awkward murmurs)

(Distant sirens)

You, ah, following me, are you?

Not intentionally.

Have you been sitting here that whole time?

Look, I'm not great in offices, you know.

Never have been.

So, it's probably why they suggested undercover, you know?

Well, how long were you a cop before you went undercover?

Oh, I don't know. I was pretty green.

Not quite two years.

It's got to be bizarre,

going back to your old life after all that.

Yeah, well you can't go back, not really.

I mean, nothing's the same. And back then I had a normal life -

friends, girlfriend.

But I liked being a copper.

And undercover, I mean, that's hero stuff, you know?

You tell a 24-year-old dickhead he can be a hero

and what answer do you reckon you'll get?

Well, I'm sure you weren't a dickhead. Yeah.

Do they give you counselling?

After an operation like this?

Look, I'm doing well, OK?

I mean, you've known me for one day

and you're already sending me off to the psych.

Well, it's not a normal way to live.

Yeah, well, the psych gave me a whale tape.

A whale tape?

Yeah, you know, like...

..whale sounds.

Like, um -

Arhooo-mm.

(Laughs)

Well, that's... that's pathetic.

Well, it is kind of calming.

ERIN: She'd had one chat with Phil on the phone -

her girlfriend lined it all up.

Vanessa had no idea what Phil actually looked like.

But her girlfriend told her he was hot?

And a dentist, and loaded. So they spoke on the phone...

And she invited him round for a massage.

She's a masseuse? Uh-huh! So, she's waiting for him,

she's all decked out in her sexy undies, and she's done her hair,

but before he gets there, the doorbell rings-

Hey, Harry. Hi.

How you coping with the world's longest day?

Episode eight and he still hasn't had lunch.

So, the doorbell rings and this other guy,

some candidate for council doing a doorknock -

he's standing there.

But before he gets to say anything, she asks, 'Are you Phil?'

What'd he say? To a woman standing there in her undies?

He said. 'Yes.'

Vanessa's defaced all the posters on every telegraph pole in her suburb,

turning all the 'cans' into 'can'ts'.

Wow, hit with the ugly stick. Bit harsh.

But she still had sex with him. Why?

He said he was Phil. Long drought.

No excuse.

So, she and Luke Woodford, who's pretending he's Phil,

they're doing it and it's all good,

but then the doorbell rings again. And it's the real Phil?

Handsome, 250-grand-a-year, hot-for-it dentist, Phil.

So who's she expecting us to charge?

Luke, the council guy.

With what, being fugly?

Rape. At first I thought there was no case, but...

What do you think, resident rape expert?

Please don't call me that.

I hate this thing. Can I kill it? Hey, allow me.

So, the issue of rape

revolves around the issue of the free agreement to sex.

And if she was having sex with Luke the council guy

because she thought it was Phil the dentist and it wasn't,

then that is, arguably, rape.

Thank you.

It's not rape if you're just bummed that you slept with the wrong guy.

What's that?

My future signature. Possible versions of.

You're changing your name to Tatum de Groot?

You're changing your name? I'm getting married.

Not in the '50s. It's romantic for me to take Conrad's name.

You think?

Feminists worked hard so you could keep your own name.

Feminists would surprise you.

I'm pretty sure Janet's getting a procedure.

Lips, forehead, boobs? What do we think?

Janet barely makes time for a haircut.

Check out Tracey's board. She's out of here all of Feb.

Thanks for this, Dr Ward. Take a seat.

That's an impressive chair. Ahh, impressive's one word.

Well, not every lawyer has a chair like this in their office.

So, you...

..met with Morris Banks?

Yes, this morning.

Um, can you make a diagnosis of any psych illness?

Well, it will be impossible for the defence to argue

that he's not psychopathic.

He shot that postman in the face for delivering his mail to the wrong box,

and then sat down to finish a peanut butter sandwich.

Um, the defence will argue that he was mentally ill

and in terms of sentence, that should be a mitigating circumstance.

We will argue for 25 years but they'll be trying for much less.

Morris Banks just kills without a second thought.

He considers it simply making a complaint.

This chair is actually, um,

quite comfortable.

It was a gift.

It's certainly a statement.

A statement of what?

Well, in my opinion, a person who chooses this kind of chair

is expressing a repressed sexual desire.

(Laughs) Um,

I didn't choose it,

just so you know.

Well, you choose to keep it.

Janet, you got a minute? Ah yeah, just a minute.

Oh no, don't worry if you're escaping.

I was just going to see if we could bounce around some ideas on a case.

Ash bought some theatre tickets but let's bounce tomorrow, hey?

Great. Which play? When did you go sneaking into my office?

I was looking for these.

Oh, you lent them to me. I did?

Well, don't tell anyone I like Beyonce.

Oh, my God, it's happening. I'm forgetting things.

It was all in a rush. I'm not surprised you don't remember.

I thought that whole being absent-minded...

(..when you're pregnant was a myth.)

(I never forget things.)

(I really wouldn't worry.)

That's not dinner, I hope?

Oh, no, I ran out of time for lunch, and now I'm compensating.

Actually, I'm glad I ran into you, I was going to call anyway.

We should do a conference on Mervich.

Whenever. Just let me know.

Ah, here's my lift.

We need to do an edit on the record of interview.

Take out the Heather-Marie parts that are inadmissible. OK.

I'll call you tomorrow, OK? Organise a time?

Since when do you need your solicitor

to help you edit a record of interview, counsel?

I'm being nice.

Awfully. (Chuckles)

Amelia Ward might just be the smartest woman I've ever met.

You know, she's got psychiatry degrees

from four different universities?

How does she fit it all in?

She is old. She's not that old.

At least 40.

Who's 40? If she's 40, she's looking good.

You think she looks good?

You can't ask him a question like that.

It's like asking me if I think some guy's hot.

Richard's brain just can't go there with girls.

Who cares if she's 90, OK?

Tomorrow she's an expert witness and that's all I'm going to need.

What's happening tomorrow?

Richard has to get Morris Banks sentenced to 25 years.

Morris Banks? He's one bad dude. Mm.

You can't wear a pissy suit like that

when you put away a man like Morris Banks.

It's all that survived the asbestos, I'm afraid.

Lend him yours. No, really.

Yeah, yeah. Cool.

(Mouths)

Here, borrow it.

No, I-

Gays care about clothes. Tatum cares about you. I care about Tatum.

Wear the suit.

LINA: Mmm.

Oh, I'm going to get us some plates.

OK, I'll be civilised.

How come you never thought about doing undercover work?

Oh, I don't know. I'd rather have a life.

And why does anyone do it?

Adrenaline, maybe?

I don't know. Those guys can be pretty intense.

I had a meeting with one today.

He's been undercover on the Nguyen case for three years.

Such an odd guy.

You know, nice, but just all over the place.

Really edgy.

Maybe you, ah, made him nervous.

They put nervous people under cover?

You make me nervous.

I'm so glad you're interested in my conversation!

I am interested in all of you.

Every little bit. And the bigger bits, too.

I like it all.

I think he's suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.

Who? Adam, the undercover guy.

Well, I wouldn't be surprised.

He'd have been living in a shit pile to get that case on your desk.

Who knows what he's had to go through?

Have we talked enough yet?

(Groovy music)

Hey. I left you a message. Did you get it?

Don't you have anything better to do?

You want another drink?

Don't feel obliged.

You should have been at the pub last night. They had a band.

Did a Beyonce cover. You'd a' liked that.

Where did I get that CD from?

The Beyonce one, the night of the Christmas party?

I don't know. You went into a bunch of offices

and came back with a pile of CDs.

Did you come in with me, to a bunch of offices?

Why all the questions?

I want to know if that's how you got the file on the AG.

That CD was in Janet's office. So was the file.

If I brought you in- I could have what, stolen the file?

From right under your nose? And then slept with you?

No wonder you won't go out with me. You think I'm an arsehole.

I do have some ethics.

(Grunts)

No wonder Kowalski picked you for that bolt-cutter case.

You think the worst of everyone.

You don't really think you can win that one, do you?

How's this for a deal?

You don't say another word about work, or Rhys Kowalski,

and I'll let you sit here and buy me wine all night.

Oi!

Bottle of that pinot please, mate.

(Groans)

(Snoring)

(Groans)

It's eight o'clock, you-

Sorry.

Secret's out.

I have to be in the office.

I'm not sure you can call it a one night stand if it happens twice.

How could I be so dumb?

Well, you're allowed to like him.

I don't even like him! He's got revolting shoes.

Then why'd you sleep with him again if you don't like him?

I don't know.

Well, you have to know.

The last thing I remember,

I was at Gar's Bar, Jimmy was buying me drinks

saying we should sleep together.

And I was saying, 'No way! I'm still getting over the shock of last time.'

(Laughs) It's like some sort of bad joke.

And then?

I must have got drunk enough to say yes.

Oh.

It's Conrad's suit.

Oh, you guys must be tight!

He likes to see people well dressed.

Uh huh.

OK, I know you saw her first, but I bags the cougar at ten o'clock.

That's my psych expert.

Good morning, Richard.

Ben McMahon. I work with Richard at the DPP.

Pleased to meet you. I'm Dr Amelia Ward.

Pleasure's all mine, Dr Amelia Ward.

Nice suit.

This?

Well, we should probably get moving.

I'd better leave you two cats to it.

Kick some Walker butt, won't you?

Thanks for reminding me it's the one judge who hates me.

You're quite the fan of that view.

You weren't kidding about Rapson.

You thought I was kidding? How has nobody had him removed?

You realise it's a curious state of affairs

when a case rests on me being on the right side of an umbrella?

I brought you something to help with that.

Secret weapon? Mmm.

Does it come with instructions? Hm.

Oh, lucky you wore your best suit.

Actually, it's not my suit. Another gift?

Ah, borrowed.

Oh. Somebody else's suit, a racy chair that you don't even like.

Perhaps you're more comfortable

with other people making decisions for you, Richard.

Do other people feel like you're constantly analysing them?

Yes, they do.

And I am.

All rise.

Ah, we meet again, Mr Stirling.

We do, Your Honour.

I wonder, what might we expect from you today.

I see you intend to grace us with a witness.

Yes, yes, Your Honour.

That's if you don't inspire another one to go walkabout,

or lose her memory.

Yes, Your Honour.

I mean no, Your Honour.

(Knock on door)

Do you have a minute? No!

Well, I have a question. Throw them in the river.

Throw who in the river? If they float, they're off the hook.

Works about as well as what we do. It really is important.

Two minutes.

What do I do if my witness may be suffering from

post-traumatic stress from working undercover?

Your cop who bagged the Nguyens?

Well, it's not from a doctor, it's just from observing his behaviour.

And what's that like? Is he anxious? Very.

Hyper-vigilant? Yes.

Difficulty concentrating?

What, are these all the symptoms of post-traumatic stress? They are.

They're also pretty common in heroin addicts.

Is he skinny? Red eyes? Got the shakes?

No, he's not on heroin-

And it goes without saying he used undercover.

Well, he's a cop, Tony.

Oh, give me a break.

You do not spend three years that deep in a heroin syndicate

saying, 'No, thanks mate, maybe next time.'

Legally it's in the bag, right?

Well, not if he's on drugs. That jeopardises the whole case.

Only if the defence finds out.

Well, how am I going to hide that?

I'm not qualified to manage someone's drug problem.

The police were happy enough to let him use drugs to get the evidence.

Do you think they'll have a problem

with him using a bit more to give the evidence? (Groans)

He's only got to get through three or four days in the box.

That's your advice? Advise my witness to shoot up each day before court?

Well, I'm not saying I'd want to know,

but whatever gets him through.

There's pragmatism... and there's pragmatism!

All rise.

Mr Cyrus? Yes.

I hope my agreeing to yesterday's adjournment

means that you're now well and truly prepared.

Oh, ready to go, Your Honour.

Mr McMahon? How about you?

It seems Mr McMahon is not quite ready to proceed.

Apologies, Your Honour. We're quite ready. The both of us.

There's a section in the legislation

that defines consent as not being free agreement,

if the person's mistaken about the identity

of the person they're having sex with.

Is there a section in there about people who wish they were mistaken?

Sorry? Oh, I'm sorry, I'm a train wreck today. Shitty night.

How was yours? Good play?

Oh, Ash told me it was a play

but I didn't realise that applied to Mary Poppins.

So, technically,

if Vanessa was mistaken about Luke's identity, there's no consent?

Yeah, that's right. But look, it is unusual,

because most cases of mistaken identity

are when a person's asleep, they wake up, they have sex

because they think the person next to them is their partner,

but it isn't.

Vanessa did ask Luke if he was Phil. He said he was and she let him in.

Yeah, well, it sounds like she's got a case.

She was mistaken about his identity.

It's possible the judge could rule that she was raped.

I'm intrigued to hear how it goes. Mmm.

Have I said anything I don't remember about plastic surgery?

Not to me.

Because Tatum left a business card on my desk for a plastic surgeon.

Ah, I think she's noticed on Tracey's board

that you're taking four weeks off next year.

She's been putting two and two together and getting... What?

..boobs, or lips, or nose.

She's ruled out lipo. Apparently your legs are the best in here.

So organised!

Why does everybody have to see everything on this bloody board?

Sorry?

Why the hell is my business so fucking public?

If you would just calm down-

Keep it on your computer, Tracey, like the rest of the planet.

This thing does come with a calendar function, you know.

Janet, if you have some sort of problem with my whiteboard-

This is so bloody public service.

Hasn't anyone got more interesting things to gossip about in here

than me taking time off?

(Bird sings) Cranky Elvis.

Thanks, Harry. Thanks.

(Electronic beep)

Sorry about yesterday. Made sure I got my coffee this time.

Oh, do you really need two?

One's for you.

I took a guess. Flat white. Is that OK?

That's great, thanks. No worries.

Ah, Adam, before we start, there's something I have to ask.

Yeah?

In the surveillance tapes,

there's a lot of talk about how it's a waste to smoke the heroin.

Well, you need twice the amount to get the same high when you smoke it.

It's much cheaper to inject.

Then why does anyone bother smoking it in the first place?

Well, that's cultural.

No self-respecting Vietnamese kid wants to be an Aussie junkie.

So, if Mum and Dad see their track marks, then-

So they'll spend twice as much just to save their reputation?

I mean, out there, you lose face, you lose respect.

Well, at some point, though, the addiction must take over.

Yeah, and if they run out of cash, then they don't give a fuck.

How did you survive that world?

Well, who says I survived?

I've got those whale tapes, remember?

Have, have you considered

you might be suffering from post-traumatic stress?

I'm fine, OK.

You don't - you don't seem fine.

Yeah, well, I am.

I understand that getting this deep into a heroin scene

might mean you-

I'm still going to ask you. You know shit.

Um, in the surveillance tapes,

it's unclear as to how you packaged the heroin.

It's always the same.

We sell it in caps, .2, .3 grams of heroin in each.

Then you wrap the caps in foil.

Half the time it's from inside a ciggy packet.

And then you seal it in plastic balloons.

I spilt coffee on myself.

(Sobs)

They should teach you at Law School

how to deal with covert drug operatives.

Hey, normally it's me hiding out in the bathroom.

Oh, God. I'm losing my shit.

Yeah. How lame.

Dr Ward, could you explain Robert D Hare's psychopathy checklist?

It's a clinical rating scale of 20 items.

Each item is scored on a three-point scale, ranging from zero to two

according to specific criteria.

Ah, criteria such as...?

In addition to lifestyle and criminal behaviour,

the checklist assesses grandiosity, pathological lying, lack of remorse,

failure to accept responsibility for one's own actions, so forth.

In layman's terms, a value of zero. What does that mean?

Zero would mean none of the items I've just stated apply.

And a rating of one?

One would mean those items apply somewhat.

Two would mean that those items apply fully.

What rating have you applied to the defendant, Morris Banks?

Two.

I found Morris Banks to be chronically unstable and antisocial,

with a high risk of recidivism

and a small likelihood of rehabilitation.

In my opinion, his criminality,

reactive anger, impulsive violence,

would all strongly suggest antisocial personality disorder.

Or in simpler terms...

He's as psychopathic as anyone I've ever seen.

What then do you think of the defence's submission

that Morris Banks is mentally ill

and should therefore receive a shorter jail term?

I think it's rubbish.

I'd be very concerned if this man were ever to be released.

(Humming a beat)

Remind me never to take you clubbing.

I don't suppose that ridiculous look on your face means

that you've come up with something brilliant for my hen's?

Ask me what I got. I was going to ask you about wedding hair.

27 years, 20 non-parole.

The maximum's 25.

Yeah, well, Walker gave him two more years for tampering with the mail,

and said he had to serve it cumulatively.

How did you manage that? Amelia. She was brilliant.

Walker hung off her every word.

(Phone rings)

Richard Stirling.

Oh hi, Amelia. How are you?

You were fantastic.

Oh, amazing. Thank you so much.

Oh, I'll check. Hang on.

Under the-

Aha. I can see it right here. You must have left it-

Oh, no, no, that's fine. Don't worry.

Oh, whenever suits, really.

I stay back late anyway, so.

Um, what are you doing?

No woman leaves her handbag all day by mistake. Doesn't she reapply?

Um, great. OK, I'll see you soon.

You can't be touching that.

I was just looking. No, just-

It's a shame you did that.

Go. Yep.

You're an absolute legend. It worked?

Mr and Mrs Duck are off in court room 12 somewhere

having their way with each other.

Now,

for saving my arse with Rapson.

Dinner?

Mm. Call me old-fashioned. Come on, I owe you one.

What are you doing tonight?

I'm busy.

Busy doing what? Washing your hair?

Having dinner.

Am I allowed to ask who?

No.

He's not a lawyer.

He's a jogger, isn't he? He jogs.

We were always pretty clear, weren't we, about-

Yeah, no, friends. Just friends. No exclusivity clauses here.

Well, friends with certain benefits. Yeah, same page.

I mean, just 'cause we benefit each other,

doesn't mean we can't benefit other people, right?

Glad we clarified that.

(Phone rings)

Richard Stirling.

That's fine. Security know to let you through.

OK, bye.

(Door opens and shuts)

Hi.

I didn't even see it there until you called.

I'm so sorry.

I - I tried gluing it.

Am I in trouble?

I have an idea that I think might help you, Richard.

Help me? Ah, I need help?

Rargh!

You obviously like red.

I do. I do.

I like red.

Which signature do you like best? The curly T or the curly D?

You're not going to do it like that for the wedding?

It was a trial. This is what hair trials are for.

Paying someone to do your hair

so you know that's not the way you want to do your hair?

Finally, he gets it.

Which one?

(Door opens) But you're a Novak. That's who you are.

Conrad! Well, have you told your Dad?

What happened to you? My suit? Where's my tie?

I'm sorry, Conrad. I'll replace everything. I'll replace it.

Just tell me where you bought them.

Just the buttons were 50 bucks each, Richard.

Amelia did this, didn't she? Who's Amelia?

You had sex with her, didn't you? Her? Her?

In your office? On the chair.

Wait, the chair I gave you?

It all happened very, very fast.

You can't have sex on my chair without asking.

Why - why are you worried about a chair?

Richard's obviously having a sexuality crisis.

Mate, obviously you're very confused.

Maybe wearing my suit made you feel a bit hetero.

(Door closes)

It's me. Hey, you.

What's wrong?

Um, I just spoke to a mate of mine in the Drug Squad.

He, ah, he said to me

your guy, Adam, that's him, right, Adam?

Yeah, why?

Well, he's disappeared.

Left some email about being no good to anyone.

He's quit. He's done with it,

the case, the job, the whole thing. Shit!

My mate says he's got no idea what went wrong.

The last thing Adam did was have a meeting at the DPP.

What the fuck did you say to him, Lina?

How about what the fuck did you lot do to him?

You know he's an addict. It's not your job to care about him, Lina.

It's your job to care about the case!

If my witness can't function in court without sticking a needle in his arm

where's my case then? You do not fuckin'-

He lost it with me today over one question he didn't like.

What happens when he's cross examined and then he gets 50?

OK, is that the case?

Yeah, this is, this is three years of Adam's work. Right.

And how much of it plays without him? Without him?

Nothing. Look, two claims for possession.

Two claims? OK, well let me file the rest of it for you then, OK?

Police do all the work!

And then it gets to you guys. What do you do?

(Door closes)

(Door opens, closes)

I had to know what I was dealing with, Andy.

Does it matter? That's what one cop had to do

to bring down the Nguyen's entire syndicate.

If I'm in court depending on his evidence, it matters a lot.

Whoah, where are you going?

I'm going to find him, see if I can change his- Don't be crazy.

He's depressed, alone, he's got a heroin problem, he could do anything.

It's got to be someone's job to care about him.

OK, wait. You're not going on your own, alright? Get in.

(Aggravated yells)

The guy's done three years undercover, Lina.

He'd know how to disappear better than anyone.

Adam's got to be getting his gear from somewhere.

Well, then we're back to the Nguyens.

That's one of them. Stop.

(Indecipherable shouting)

ANDY: Hey, hey!

Got a minute, guys?

We're looking for a friend of ours.

You seen him lately?

Nuh.

Well, maybe look again.

He hasn't done anything wrong.

Come on, let's go.

Schapelle, isn't it?

It's important we find him.

Yeah, how important?

Listen, we're not here to buy information.

We're here to find a friend of ours so can you help us out or not?

Don't need a uniform to spot a prick, eh?

Look, have you seen him? What are you doing? No, no, no

Easy, copper. I'm dealing with the lady here.

Can you tell us anything or not?

Well, I can tell she's giving you a bit, hey...

..cunt-stable.

He's got nothing.

Let's go, Lina.

(Laughs mockingly)

Ah, easiest money I ever made.

Give it up, Lina.

If Adam wants to be gone, he's gone.

(Starts engine)

Mm-hm.

Sex on a chair. Tatum!

How did you even do it?

You told him? Have sex at work, you pay the price.

What's that?

Amelia's bill.

Bill? Am I missing something?

She spent up big at the hotel.

Three in-house movies? Adult movies, at $12.50 each.

200 bucks on the mini bar?

Good luck sorting it out with Tracey.

No, please, don't tell her now. I couldn't bear it.

You need me alive. I'm your chief bridesmaid.

I've got duties.

You don't have to keep pretending you hate Jimmy.

I do hate Jimmy. Oh, Erin, it's obvious.

You slept with him, twice. You like him. So what?

I think maybe I leaked the AG file.

You? Maybe what?

After the Christmas party, when I was with Jimmy,

I took one of Janet's CDs.

How incriminating.

So, I must have gone into the office to find it.

The file would have been right there with the memo.

What, he was with you in Janet's office?

Well, he says he wasn't, but who knows?

Ah, you wouldn't have shown it to Jimmy.

Well, I thought the AG was an arsehole as much as anyone.

Maybe Jimmy asked and I was drunk enough to say,

'Yes, here you go, look at this.'

I've really fucked things up.

Erin, you're not even sure.

Three hours later, Jimmy knew everything and wrote the article.

You're a lawyer, Lina. What does the evidence say to you?

(Mobile phone beeps)

'Got address for Adam's next of kin. Worth a shot.'

I thought I was supposed to be giving up.

(Knocking)

Ah, sorry to bother you. I'm Lina Badir.

I'm with the Department of Public Prosecutions.

Are you Mrs Giang Long?

Giang Long, yes.

Ah, well I've been working with your son, Adam.

You haven't heard from him at all in the last day or so?

May I come in?

Well, I didn't think you'd be here.

Thought I'd be back working for the Nguyens?

Or what, OD'd?

It crossed my mind. Yeah, well, disappointed you.

You do have options, Adam. We can support you -

delay the trial, get you on a methadone program.

That's an amazing tattoo. The bird.

Was Skye your girlfriend?

You said you had a -

(Softly) Sorry.

I saw her about a year ago now. Skye.

In a park, in the city.

She had shorter hair and she was pushing a pram.

I was doing this deal with some arsehole,

trying to impress the Nguyens.

I looked like shit.

I don't know how she recognised me but she did.

And I remember I was looking, I was wondering,

'I wonder if she's got a little baby girl in that pram.'

And I was wondering if she'd called it May,

like she always wanted.

Then she waved, and started turning that pram, you know.

And she was coming over.

She was fucking coming over, and she was gonna blow this.

What did you do?

I got the fuck out of there, didn't I?

You know, I was a drug dealer.

I'm not supposed to know nice ladies with prams.

Look,

I'm a fuckhead.

You're very sweet worrying about me and everything but I -

Will you at least think about it?

This doesn't have to be your life.

Enjoy your three-hour lunch break?

Tracey, if I used my own money for work purposes-

You know what to do. Fill in the form.

I'm not sure if it's really going to work on a form, this-

You know what? It's under control.

(Sighs)

I'm gonna take a run up to Clarence where, uh-

Raye Stone was murdered. Yeah.

Well, I was hoping you'd like to come.

According to the police report,

the first blow got him directly in the face. You OK? Fine.

I'm not coping at all.

This is horrible - horrible, but you can handle it.

You had this case before. It should have stayed with you.

They can't get rid of me because I won't work on violent cases.

There will always be cases you don't want to pursue,

but if we can make it safe

for one woman to walk home from the train at night,

then it's worth a few sleepless nights.

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